Cooking. I want everything cooked by tonight so that tomorrow all we have to do is put the foods in the slow cookers and sterno pans and relax. DH prepped the pies last night. All we have to cook tomorrow are the turkeys.
All of a sudden my feet feel wet, the damn sink drain backed up and came apart. The rubber seal dry rotted. I''m on my knees, have about 10 towels, cleaning the mess up, using duct tape to rig this thing, and stiring my mac n cheese to melt the cheese.
Step Son comes in all dressed, car keys in hand, says "what are you doing". , um really, "whats it look like I'm doing".
He says, "ok, see you later" and he leaves.
Are you fuckin kidding me?! I'm getting more angry typing this. His ass is grass when he gets home from work tonight. He isn't due into work until 3pm, he is going to go hang out with his gfriend. She could have waited a few minutes!
(I let him go because had I started talking to him, I have no doubt it would have gotten really ugly!)